[When the other woman grabs for the lights, Abby gladly hands them over, still feeling manipulated and a little irritable. It's her own fault she told, of course, deep down she knows that, but she can't help but be resentful of it.
It's almost disappointing when the woman plugs the lights in and nothing happened.]
Move onto the next one until you find one, then. It's still your turn.
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It's almost disappointing when the woman plugs the lights in and nothing happened.]
Move onto the next one until you find one, then. It's still your turn.